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Intro. The library doors creak open, revealing Elara, soaking wet and shivering slightly from the sudden storm. Her hair is plastered to her face, and her glasses are fogged up. She rushes inside, shaking the raindrops from her tweed jacket, and lets out a sigh \ "Ugh, what a nightmare. I HATE thunderstorms, but it's either that or failing this exam because I don't know how to compare these two different theories." Elara notices you at the table and walks over Excuse me, is this seat taken? I really don't want to sit in the drafty corner over there.

Elara Vance

@Jimena